Best Debacles Poems
Amidst great ocean of life --- voyaging
I’m blest with the Lord’s granted fellowship
partnership-bliss in faithful stewardship…
Captain is Christ by His love’s engaging.
Along life's trip, I've learned Bible ships’ facts
attesting the Creator’s supreme hand
working by His omnipotent command
assuring sweet peace from evil attacks.
With God’s sovereign design, notable
Noah’s Ark in Genesis does prevail
as Earth’s first ship fulfilling divine sail
to preserve creation, grandly noble.
As a floating zoo against water might
Almighty-propelled vessel was haven
for animals while showers poured from heaven
bound Noah’s family with home’s delight.
One sea-vessel expressed by the Scriptures
showed baby Moses on his gracious trip
handled by the omniscient Father’s grip
the buoyant basket wrought great adventures.
Victorious ship in the Old Testament
surmounted grievous horrible tempest
when Prophet Jonah passed obedience test
admitting guilt for pardon fulfillment.
The greatest was the ship* of Jesus Christ
encountering numerous miracles
with the Saviour calming all debacles
by His truth and guidance, mercy-sufficed.
In this journey toward eternity
sailing with my Captain in reaching-out
as fisher of men midst soulwinning bout
I’m safe in His friendship of grace-bounty.
*Mark 5:21 And when Jesus was passed over again by ship unto the other side, much people gathered unto him: and he was nigh unto the sea.
November 7, 2021
4th place, "A Noteworthy Ship" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori; judged on 11/11/2021.
It is perhaps the hurried way I walk,
May be the manner in which I talk,
Or is it the subtle perfume I wear,
That tells a Gynaecologist is near!
When I park my car, head up stairs,
I see patients sat on waiting chairs,
Smiling women with a hope for child,
Seeking from me what nature denied!
Birth of a child is a boon from heaven,
Yet rarely is the fault of these women,
Their husbands blame it all on germs,
When often they are short of sperms!
detailed talk always reveals the truth,
They have been secluded since youth,
they have learnt of babies and stork,
So far there has been no sex talk!
you may think the husbands be wise,
He looks educated, mild and nice,
But he has been to the same school,
He has no idea how to work his tool!
In vitro fertilisation is clinical answer,
Something very easily done by nature,
When they successfully have a baby,
You even have to teach them a lullaby!
Social prejudices, religious shackles,
Is reason for these sorry debacles,
Fear of sex impairs their normal life,
Married, yet he doesn’t know his wife.
Two decades of life as gynaecologist,
Seen more eggs than an ornithologist,
While birds and animals breed so free,
Human breeding needs a medical degree!
They give me flowers, thank you card,
They say my finger tips are like God!
But deep inside I know reason why,
The man is ignorant, the girl is shy!
Date 27/03/2020
Strand poetry contest
Sponsor Brian strand
Rising from the mightiness of my mind's eye,
Diving through the everglade of my endless thoughts,
Dancing to the tunes of my triumph stories,
She came, My love!, to be by my side.
To pull me out of the misery of this chaotic world,
To sing a lullaby amidst the roars of selfish souls,
To liberate me from the loud moans of insensitivity,
She came, My love! , to give me serenity.
She came, My darling! she came into my lonely world
She spoke, my darling! She spoke the words of love.
She hosted my success parties
She eclipsed my debacles
She gulped the rancour of my loneliness
She spread the light of courage in the darkest hour of menace
She came, My darling! She came to wipe my tears
She sang, My darling! She sang the melody of morning dew.
Meet her, My darling! Greet her in this creamy dream
She is my companion in life's amazing stream.
I’m too tired to tell another story
About the pangs of reality
of my barricading delusions
and my spontaneous God given days
A long wait ;A fat fate
A nine day wonder that forever lay in yonder.
I’m bled out of verve ;high on adrenalin
I hated narcissism ,ignored individualism.
Am losing my creed hard as it seems,
No need for innuendos and cover ups
No gimmickry no false flags
I believe in theocracy,oneness of the most high.
I have been punched and bruised
Dead beaten and Ill stricken.
I've been a witness to sordid days
Happy years and bonfire nights
I once asked Santa for maiden
He told me " dude lets be serious"
I won't even bother Cupid
That naked winged baby wielding weapons
who even crowned him an angel ?
I've breached the rules
Threshed on everything with a head full of pain
Tried singing when broken
Only to realise my voice is even worse than my problems
In my fantasies I probed for honesty ,
Paraded with veracity.
But bliss is not a thing life guarantees
And I know this is how life in its entirety goes.
My imaginings are wilder,
Might soon catch a banshee
My nostalgias are inconsistent ,
And My health is really getting better
Will someday soon sky dive in Ghana
Or yet still rally on the Savannah
I sought levity in the midst of debacles
Only to find fury in endless spirals.
I stumbled on a prose
Lo! let me sip on its sweetened repose.
In my hands a pen a paper
so I can write away my woes.
recite it like a rhapsody or sing it like a hymn
As a form of consolation,An escape from reality.
Its election time, its hide and seek playtime
Post victory candidates were hiding, now seeking voters time
Ruling candidates are debating, bragging about turnaround
Opposition candidates pointing debacles, for a chance begging around
Begging circus rampant, Websters to add begging to election meaning
Unemployed youths with begging bowl, vying entry in new meaning
Save Tigers campaign is on, wish Politicians were extinct without campaign
Tigers attack when hungry, Politicians attack hungry voters throughout reign
God allotted Voters nano chip, but for change prefers calamity to election
God is abstaining from voting, all candidates as good as Satan
Public service motto, Politicians have forgotten with fame and money ill-gotten
Senate after Spiritual awakening seems to be only answer to cleanse the rotten
( Placed 8th in Members Contest - Election Humor contest by Carolyn Devonshire )
Our ecosystem and wildlife can no longer be ignored
The devastation caused by the Gulf oil spill must vastly be restored
As anger and frustration surges across the Coast
The depletion of our environment, indeed we fear the most
Several past months, many lives have been erased
In the midst of these disasters, we can only look to faith
Now let us pay a visit to some underlying factors
Volcanic eruptions, earthquakes, and other natural disasters
It was not in their intention for a high tech failed invention
Yell still they don't take into account the consequences of their actions
Efforts to contain this oil spill is more doltish than we have known
What more massive debacles can this single Earth condone?
Many local residents are now suffering from depressions
So think about what lies ahead, our future generations
©RashanaKing2010
For Ever is you in my life
Two hearts inter twinned
You are the treasured wife
Two heart beats matched into a future destined
For Ever is you and I
Slaying dragons, building castles
An opportunity almost denied I
Bringing down the human debacles
For Ever is loving love you and you
Growing old watching the twilights
As seasons come and go
For Ever is eternity with you.
The master and wife
Came to disciples who pass,
The debacles of life.
Locked in the pages of a book
I find sanctuary, a quiet nook,
Where I often retreat and find
the kindest heart, the vilest mind.
Whenever I feel like getting away
From the rigors of life on any day,
I step through the portals of a book
into a fantasy world and take a look:
At the mythical realms of dragons
Fairies, nymphs, demons, gorgons,
At the dreams, adventures and magic
of life and death purpose and logic;
Folktales of love, miracles, covenants
Of knights, heroes and revenants,
Of saints, seers, demigods and mystics,
Priests, pundits, mullahs and clerics.
A vast chronicle of betrayal of trust
of reverence, innocence and lust,
Of deceit, debauchery and debacles
of witches, vampires and oracles.
Deeds of dictators, despots, czars
The chaotic world of wasteful wars,
swarming with malicious mobs,
fawners, snivelers and slimy slobs.
Be it poetry, mystery or tragedy
Racy romance, fantasy, comedy,
Oh, just give me but a book any
I will forgo a damsel’s company.
In the Library contest by Isaiah Zerbst
This Damed Family Man - Sad Commentary
The personal issue asper role
of fatherhood, I did address
in psycho therapy
earlier today, particularly dynamics
between self (birth father),
and eldest daughter
matter of factly confess
sing, how his (mine)
behavior affected her express
lee during her formative years,
and doth readily admit
this papa felt
accurate to second guess
some aspects asper
retrospective interactions less
sunned prospect for healthy
paternal bond, when mess
elf unwittingly allows,
that my being unemployed ness
esse sear really did cause agony,
especially NOT able
to sound im press
sieve, when class
mates naturally, necessarily,
and nonchalantly
inquired asper livelihood
about father, and mother
feeling sorely Tess
Ted most likely painfully
writhing with psycho
logical agony aver
ring, that this dada,
NOR mama didst
NOT work, perhaps cur
sing thy role in begetting her,
(no matter emotional debacles plagued
me entire mein kempf
like a sharp spur
severely disabling thine ability
establishing a solid whir
king track record, plus abhorred,
aggrieved, and appalled
at deplorable, despicable, and
detestable awful
house keeping bald
lee obvious in some instances
children, and family services
(of Norristown, Pennsylvania) called
offering, or rather decreed
that dramatic improvements made
in order for thy house
hold to be freed
the reasonable mandatory checklist
(to avoid compromising welfare
of minors), thus
obligation to heed
proscribed safety measures need
did to be obeyed lest...with light speed
our deux darling heiresses weed
never see again if they
got forcibly taken away
fortunately though
we parents did not delay
following sanctioned
dictates - hooray,
yet subsequent discord
wrought by my cum play
cent risque extra-marital trysts.
We had anecdotal tales to tattle of bruising battles
And through them tell of injuries we felt
Litanies lamenting limited lives sunken in debacles
Discarded in the putrid places we dwelt
And from that ruin of beginning I salvage naught
To explain the internecine wars then
Using bottles and stones through the streets we fought
Before the cowardly eyes of each citizen.
It makes me laugh now, for we had nothing to claim
Except the misery of the simmering slums
And except for the repercussion’s scars, blend blame
With the ointment. We sat on rusty drums
Where men spoke of sexual valor like singed fishermen
And between each parody of the dry tale
Remember us in our opposing villages, blind children
Fighting each other over the empty pale.
What was it about? Why did we do it? Why did we hate
The other without a cause? Why did we
Not take our insurrections to the oppressors’ grinning gate
And lodge our protest against history?
I fought with foes I never knew, and wasted my desire
On the garbage garbled up by fires
And know the old pain when I see new gangs aspire
Towards the quicksand and funeral pyres.
Severe Weather Predictions...
Professedly Plagues Psyche
I do not watch, while
feigning to sip ale,
nor listen to Wail
ling Jennings poor
imitation by prophetic
local aborigines scent
ting ancestor trail,
while plucking their
Sing song ukulele
national anthem (tip towing
thru the dale
lie la of hybrid tulips)
hearty and hale
Climatological headlines,
more like a puffed up
magical dragon exhale
ling nothing boot hot air,
comprising a renown folk song,
and/or futuristic tall tale
that usually pre
dominate every airwave scale
ling the gamut of
every frequency 24/7, rail
ling dire warnings,
and no need prevails,
particularly for those
refusing to evacuate,
and become sitting targets
like quail caught
in the cross hair
for me to know
onset of biblical pro
portioned sized debacles
(since joblessness thy status,
cuz social security disability received),
but more pertinently
dire forecasts rarely manifest
into monster mashing maelstroms
case in point
being this predicted
"three sisters of all hurricanes"
Florence, Light
Ning, and Gale,
found this storm chaser
disappointed, cuz monstrous
banshee's utter deplorable show
ranked as utter dud at least
(in my book), they did fail
to wreak havoc
falling far short
to flatten every tree,
which limb mit
to flash flooding
minor inconvenience
forced every to sail
guy did by those freed from jail.
I pretend to know of love
when in truth I do not know,
however many times I've
neared the touch of love
so many times one sided
either from me or from her.
And so with these debacles faced
I have begun to stop believing in..
no, I cannot dare say that.
I choose to dwell in frothy clouds…
with a mindset unfixed
Random instincts spaced out
In the cumulus mix
An expansive effusion
Far out and beyond my temporal shackles
Free are my thoughts without prompt
Closed minds shallow and
desolate debacles
dissipate in this airy romp
On wispy clouds I dwell in…
high above I’ve risen
Here no need to reason
nor the blends of interpretation
Far away, so far from you, ascended
From the fiery pit below
which awaits my return
Where blazing saddles shame my name
where gross gossip lives and
bloody rumors stain,
Ablaze are the blame games
I dwell in cirrus pillows…
The scoped hemispheric
veils, bands and billows
Musings— using me
I chose to dwell in halo clouds
My mind with no refrains
Nothing to lose nothing to gain
A spirit free from hate
Soley my mind
Opens heaven’s gate
I was born in the odds,
I lived through it,
dotted the lines on my path
I was born among hyenas,
these scrambling to stiffen the last breath,
Amidst hurts and hate first from home,
A lot cast in mirage and fantasies,
Hope too soon cut short,
Survival, a struggle,
Unexplainable Fratricidal warfare,
The closer in blood, the more bloodier,
A race without consent
A badge of calumny,
Shot on the heels like Achilles,
Bore cruelty from innocence to adulthood,
Unending miasma, the debacles of a short existence,
Abandoned, secluded,
for reaction occasioned by their own bile,
Childhood stolen,
set on a slippery path as they watch a peradventure slide to my ill.
From ambuscade, they drew their swords,
Their arrows bathed in blood unabated,
Aiming at my marrows,
I groan and mourn in the dark,
Enemies as friends monitoring,
Friends as enemies watching.
This path not by Choice.
I lived through it,
A thousand bands of beasts assaulting,
Into this war, enlisted.
I was born there, buoyed by troubadour,
Somewhere in Africa,
My right are taken away from me,
Where laws are drafted by criminals,
Where the police pay themselves on the streets,
Where certificate are mere papers with payments,
I was born there ,
Where criminals are protected and sanity deemed madness,
Somewhere in West Africa
where compassion is extinct
The survival of the fittest,
Street boys kills to survive,
Scholars abandon politics to simpleton,
Where the brightest are critics and cadres prevents the ambitious
I live there,
Where certificate is a document to escape,
Lawyers now charge and bail for survival,
Doctors protesting like urchins
Poets selling cosmetics,
bankers riding "Okada",
Amongst drug peddlers,
Amongst cultist,
Where clergymen induce the gullible,
In this cage we call country.
I was born there.